"Stiff upper lip and all that," Sherry said, looking to Richards and pointing at Jacobson with her thumb.
"You don't have to do this," Jacobson pleaded.
Sherry stopped Richards and turned back, opening her notebook to the appropriate page so as to have the numbers in front of her as she endured whatever ridiculous rationalization about to be uttered. Holding the notebook with hands crossed over her waist and a pallid look on her face, Sherry...